But first, introductions.

I guess now would be the appropriate time to introduce myself. My name is Reanna, I’m 30 years old, I live in Cleveland, Ohio, and this is my third attempt at a blog. (I tend to scratch the blogging itch every couple of years and then give it up when I run out of ideas. I think there may be enough novelty in parenting to keep me going a little longer than my previous half-baked ideas, though. *Fingers crossed.*)

I have been married for 5 years. My husband and I took our sweet time starting a family, much to the crescendoing frustration of my mom, for all the usual reasons millennials wait to start a family: we were having too much fun just being married, we were reluctant to give up the easy lifestyle of childlessness, and, of course, our student loan debt looms like a specter over every life decision we make. I’ll save the details about what changed our minds for another post.

My son was born on Christmas Day 2015. (Future post teaser #2: My birth story.) He is awesome and sweet and funny and can often be found napping in a baby carrier with his head against my chest. (Future post teaser #3: This baby carrier is one of the essential things every mom should register for, IMHO.)

While complete anonymity would give me the freedom to write with wild abandon about every embarrassing, potentially offensive detail of parenthood, writing under my own name feels more authentic. But because I’m keeping my son’s gorgeous mug off the Internet (My rationale behind being antisocial in this manner, future post teaser #4), and my husband may not want to be the star of this saga either, they get pseudonyms: Turner and Hooch.

Just kidding. I don’t have enough cognitive power right now to think of anything both clever and appropriate, so for now they will live as The Dad (or The Husband, depending on context) and The Baby.